Ivana Christman
Where to begin. I am from a small town in central Indiana, where I lived as the black sheep in a family of nine children. Well, I would say more like the hot pink sheep with polka-dots…as I really never fit in. I was ready to run from the small-town life, so I chose a big college and had big dreams. I went off to college with aspirations to be a big-shot lawyer, working out of a high rise in LA or NYC, but those plans were thwarted quickly with friends going before me and telling me to beware. The long hours, boring professors and soulless work they went on and on about was enough to detour me. However, I still think that I would have been one hell of a litigator…but I digress.
But in all that I do, what I do the most is write. I write thousands and thousands of pages of policy, procedure, handbooks, courses, speeches and more…lots and lots of words, but never a story.
For my personal life, I think the term to best describe my past is ‘hot mess;’ as no other phrase quite illustrates me. I wanted to be free and to date for fun, but somehow turned into a serial monogamist locking myself into horribly bad fitting relationship after relationship. Always seeking a challenge here as well. Thinking that I could fix broken people. News flash…that is not how relationships work.
But after some Jell-O shots, bad dancing, and awkward flirting, I was hooked. He was too by the way.
We had met before, several times actually. And our prior interactions were well, dreadful at best. But this night was different. He was different. I was different, mainly because I was single. Coming off a failed engagement, I was 18 days fresh into being single. So obviously in a great mental state to jump into another committed relationship. Again, hot mess…remember?
Here we are over 14 years later with three kids, no pets (we tried guinea pigs and that was not for us), and we made our way back to Indiana after a US tour it feels like.
I turned 40 in 2022 and thought about what I had accomplished in life. I had checked so many of my bucket list items off, so I could look at that paper and smile. But the one that sat at the top of my list was to write a book, and there was no check mark next to it. And I know, everyone wants to write a book and to learn a 2nd language. It’s just like the annual New Year’s resolution to eat less sugar and meditate more. They are empty promises we make ourselves with maybe 1% of people actually doing them. But I want to always be in that 1%. However, I was not giving up sugar, bring on the childish, unhealthy candy, meditation only enhances my tinnitus, and after years of Duolingo, no hablo espanol…so book it was!
I had just become a business owner, our IVF journey for a girl was successful as I was entering my 2nd trimester and I found myself wasting any free time I had, scrolling on social media. So.Much.Scrolling.
I just woke up one day, and stopped scrolling. Every time I wanted to scroll, I opened my word doc and wrote Under The Elm instead.
But for now, know that I took a chance writing it, so I hope you take a chance in reading it. Support this small-time author and give Under The Elm a chance. I am a novice writer, but I would say the life I have led makes me a professional storyteller. I have lived a vivid life and I tell my stories to my children, friends, family and now strangers.
Take a chance on my book and let me know what story you want to read next!